So, have your minds been running rampant with speculation these past few weeks about where I am and what am I doing? I would like to explain away my absence by saying that I was vacationing in northern
Why though, you ask, was I shopping for a used car? Because some idiot in a BMW didn’t listen to his mamma when she said you should look both ways before crossing the street and drove right smack into me. Here I was, pious Lady Susan driving to church, when I see this big black car make contact with the front, driver side quarter panel. While no people were hurt in this instance, Jean Louise was found totaled.
This brings me to another point. Auto insurance companies discriminate against the elderly. Just because Jean Louise was old and had a number of miles on her, does not mean that she had no value as a car. She had a lot of value….especially to me. Instead of being fixed like a younger, prettier car would have been under the circumstances, she was mercilessly put down---smashed to smithereens and converted into scrap metal. I deeply mourn her passing.
I had little time to mourn for Jean Louise’s passing though. The semester started at the end of January and ramped up pretty quickly. I did not have the luxury to bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity. So in the end, I went with another retired lady: Miss Mabel. Miss Mabel is a 1998 Toyota Camry who has seen a bit of this world (144,000 miles). She has aged remarkably well and has kept in great shape. I hope that we will be traveling companions for a good long while.
I find that cars reflect life. As an older, unmarried woman (read spinster), I drive old, aged vehicles. However, what if I were to retire my title of spinster and become, say, a soccer mom? Would I then get to drive Subaru or Volvo wagons to games? It might just be worth it.